FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!
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seventheHELLO FRIENDS????? Remember those fandoms we all used to be in? and producing things for? Well, baby, it's time for a nostalgia run, so buckle up your chocobos and get ready to roll. We haven't done a Kiss Battle in years and lassarina and I for one think it's TIME TO DO SO.
This event is open to everyone, even if we aren't DW circlefriends! (feel free to friend me too; i promise i'm not crazy that's a lie). If you aren't on DW, you can still play via anon or OpenID!
The Kiss Battle is simple. Players leave prompts in comments under each specific fandom, using generalized fandom nomenclature: a relationship of some sort, and a concept to inspire other players.
- For romantic relationship kisses, we use X / Y
- For platonic relationship kisses, we use X & Y
- Absolutely open to relationships with more than 2 people involved! X / Y / Z (/ A / B ...) welcome to this party!
- Prompts can be a word, a sentence, an image, a song lyric; it's a suggestion, rather than a request
- it's a kiss battle! there will be smooches!
Players then go looking for smoochin' prompts they'd like to fill. Fills can be fic, art, interpretive dance, whatever you're inspired to; they can be filled in a responding comment, or as a link (to AO3, tumblr, etc). FILLS GOTTA HAVE A KISS IN 'EM. IT'S A KISS BATTLE. What counts as a "kiss" is up to you, though -- you can be creative!
- Fills should use the comment header to let people know what the fill is; please use a format like "X / Y, (title), (rating), (any content warnings that might apply)"
- "Aerith/Tifa, memorial, G"
- "Cloud/Squall, just in time, R (blood)"
- Prompts can be filled multiple times! Don't worry if someone got there first; we love Two Cakes up in this event! The more kisses we get, the better!
- You can fill as anon if you want/need for any reason
- You can of course crosspost anywhere you'd like
It's a very simple game, and is meant to be played in good faith without anybody being a shitbag about pairings or characters. We're all too old for this.
FANDOM LINKS Fandoms with compilations and expansions should fall into their titled macrofandom. For example:
- FFXIII also includes FFXIII-2 and Lightning Returns (FFXIII-3)
- FFX also includes X-2
- FFIV includes the After Years
If you need to specify a certain microfandom / singular canon, please do so in the prompt or in the comment header!
FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII
FINAL FANTASY XIII
FINAL FANTASY XIV
FINAL FANTASY XV
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0
FINAL FANTASY RECORD KEEPER
FINAL FANTASY BRAVE EXVIUS
BRAVELY DEFAULT
FINAL FANTASY SPIRITS WITHIN
OTHER FINAL FANTASY CANONS
FF CROSSOVER PROMPTS
MAKE FRIENDS! If you're interested in meeting more FF fandom people, this comment thread can be used as a friending meme! Tell us a little about yourself, which FFs you've played, favorite characters/ships, and look around for new friends!
You can also join the Final Fantasy Old Folks Home Discord and come gripe about those kids on our lawn and the old days where you had to level grind by hand lmao. Open to all FF fans!
BLITZ KISSINS If you already know what smooches you want to write, you don't need to wait for a prompt -- just comment into the relevant fandom thread with your kiss!
REMEMBER It's only fun if everybody plays, so if you leave a prompt, try to fill someone else's!
rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-07 02:29 pm (UTC)Rinoa, who had pictured sunflowers as tall as she was, or azaleas dyed deep blue, can’t quite hide her disappointment.
She’s clumsy with growth, too. “A drop of magic, nothing more,” Edea instructs. Rinoa can’t finesse a drop -- it tumbles from her hands and her soul, a crashing wave. The air crackles with it. They’re lucky it doesn’t attract monsters. The stalks of the infant crops stand too straight in their shock.
Ellone helps. Rinoa can’t help but regard her with a mix of curiosity and envy, wondering about the woman who manages to be special and other even among Sorceresses and wishing that she had grown up as Ellone had: in the company of Squall and the rest. Ellone blows gently on the soil and sends the crops hurtling through their lifespan, blossoming from seeds to shoots in a matter of seconds.
Rinoa merely watches from the stone walls, sometimes with a book or a draft of a letter in her lap. She doesn’t touch the vegetables, even though Edea and Ellone are both too kind to tell her not to. She gets it.
One day, weeks into their “retreat”, she wakes up and the room is filled with uncommonly blue azaleas, peeking out from the slits of dirt between the stone floor. The three do their best to move them to pots, safe and rich soil, but they don’t survive the transition. Death comes harder for them, petals baking and crumbling in the mid-morning light.
Rinoa, who doesn’t want to be the type of Sorceress who commands life and death simply because she’s bored, says as much to Edea over tea.
Edea asks, “Why do you think Ultimecia abandoned me for you?”
She continues, explaining - power. Edea had merely cultivated it; Rinoa was fit to the seams with it, every crevice between bone and sinew hiding impossible volumes. Abandoning a puddle for the ocean; choosing a machete over a butter knife.
“I don’t - ” she starts to say, and then, “ - do you think they should have locked me away?”
Edea’s answer is simple, final. “We cannot solve problems in the past.”
Ellone can, Rinoa thinks - and doesn’t say.
-
Ultimecia keeps a garden. It’s impossible to grow anything on the backs of the dead SeeDs that litter the ground below her castle, she thinks angrily, not without fresh blood to ripen the stone. Not flowers, nor crops. She grows life in frames, a whole world safe and still in gold-touched 20x24. She grows masked sphinxes and giants with armor for flesh, crystal that sings for death and the specters in snail shells.
When time expels her, at the point of a gunblade, the magic remains. All the growth rewinds back to the source, like a universe folding itself back up to the heat energy of the big bang.
It finds the brightest point in time, makes its home there.
-
Sometimes, Rinoa is feverish - claiming it’s because she isn’t used to the salt in the air, the low altitude of the continent. Ellone, who is used to caring for others, is deftly attentive, bringing her cool water and making sure the windows are open.
They sleep in the same bed. The orphanage bunk beds are too small for them.
Ellone never complains, even when Rinoa hogs the blankets or spreads out too far. It’s fine. She’s slept in worse places, on the floor of research labs or against the cold wall of a ship that would not move again until spring’s thaw.
Ellone never lacked for love (and still doesn’t), but there were days when she did not know where her next meal would come from, or if there would be a roof over her head. Rinoa, by contrast, has had too many homes - a train car, a mansion, an academy - but wears her heart on a sleeve in a desperate bid to give it away to the first person who might want it. The younger woman will never accept pity, so Ellone doesn’t feel any. She simply keeps the windows open on hot nights, surrenders most of the blankets, and - listens.
Rinoa, burning like a furnace, ends up in her arms most nights.
-
Edea understands the moment the fever leaves her. Thoughts, cool and composed and utterly her own, take precedence in her own body once more. Her joints feel weakened, barely able to hold herself up (too much weight around her neck, at her eyes - where is she?) -- a puppet, strings cut, having to learn to stand.
She remembers very little. A flash of white, the glow of firelight bouncing off twisting shapes and black light bodypaint - a bullet whistling through the air, a perfect shot right between the eyes - well done, child, but -
A girl she’s never met before; a perpetual spot of light in her peripheral vision, bright enough to burn if gazed at directly.
An embrace, arms incongruous, lips to forehead, to cheeks -
A new horror smashes its way in. Edea refuses to give it succor, forcing herself to think, to rememer: the children - Ellone -
-
Ellone is alive because Rinoa fought for her, despite not knowing her. She knows this.
She brushes some hair out of Rinoa’s face, feeling her sleeping skin, the veins bulging faint at her temple.
Ellone is alive because Rinoa accepted a garden of masked sphinxes and giants with armor for flesh into herself and tucked them into the back of her mind, where they risk growing and growing until only the magic, and not the will or the life, holds the girl’s skin together still.
“Thank you,” she says, again and again, punctuating her gratitude with kisses - at the forehead, at the cheeks, at the lips - until Rinoa is awake again, awake and burning critically warm, not only returning her embrace but clinging to it.
yeah, this definitely got away from me! I don't love the last line but dammit, had to end it somehow 😡
Re: rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-07 10:25 pm (UTC)And Rinoa burning up with all of the power inside of her is both intriguing and heartbreaking to think about.
Re: rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-11 11:15 am (UTC)Re: rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-21 12:27 am (UTC)this is so fucking good.
Re: rinoa/ellone + edea (and ultimecia) - conduction.
Date: 2021-02-21 01:11 am (UTC)